A skeleton butterfly, Kisses my cheek,
A kiss so beautiful...so gentle....so sweet,
It floats around the air, where death has been,
Always following me, for death has always been to close to touch,
Its beautiful bones, and wings of Crimson embers, Is left as a reminder that death Lives within us all,
he'll pay you a visit the cost is small,
This beautiful creature of death, left to ponder the living,
Lost in the sarrows of humans Frightened be fear,
It clings to me for life has more meaning when Death visits and leaves,
Lost in the devils eternity,
A butterfly stays with those touched by death, forever there friend,
when the world has left.
Wow... This is indescribable! Life does have more reason when death has come. So truthful, so dark.
The story behind this poem makes it all the more interesting. Lovely work, you have defied both death and the boundaries of poetry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very brilliant and exquisite write..well done